#harry styles japan

[freedomfireflies]

hiii i don't know if you've seen that video was just found of harry walking around with angel wings on but if you have can you write something about it? i feel like this is the closet we'll get to harry in a romcom 😭

Harry’s angel wings flutter across his back as he walks. His head is bowed and his hands have disappeared into his pockets. His sneakers squeak across the wet pavement with each step, and he smiles lazily at the sound before glancing over to see if you noticed.

Today is young. Or perhaps yesterday is old. You aren’t sure what time it is. And if you never went to bed, is it really tomorrow?

The sky is gray and warns you of rain. It urges you home as you walk the empty streets of Shinjuku. It’s quieter than you expected it to be. Comfortable. Just you and the boy with angel wings.

His shoulder bumps into yours every few minutes. He’s still a bit tipsy but sometimes it's intentional. He needs to know you’re still there.

He looks up at the sky, head tilting back as he studies the clouds. “S’pretty,” he says, and you glance over.

“What?”

“The storm.”

You smile. “Do you like storms?”

He takes a moment to contemplate this. It’s hard for him to think and walk at the same time.

“I do,” he finally says. “I think they’re beautiful.”

You hum as you look back down at your boots.

“And scary,” he adds. “But sometimes the scariest things are the most beautiful. And the most beautiful things…” He looks over at you. “…can be scary.”

Your lashes flutter. “Am I scary to you?”

“Sometimes,” he says without missing a beat, and your eyebrow raises. “But that just makes you more beautiful.”

You laugh.

“You’re like my own personal rainstorm,” he tells you softly. “Dangerous, and wild, and hard to predict. A downpour of bad decisions I’d happily run out into.”

The street grows quiet, and so do you.

“Most people are afraid of rainstorms,” you point out.

He nods. “It’s easy to be afraid of something you don’t understand.” Then, he smiles. “But I understand you.”

You laugh again and shake your head, the hot pink strands of your wig ghosting across your cheek. “You’re quite charming when you’re drunk.”

“And when I’m sober?”

There’s a pause as you glance over to meet his eye. “And when you’re sober…you’re afraid.”

You watch the truth slip between the cracks of his intoxication as his expression grows sad.

But this isn’t the time for such truths.

So, you step closer and playfully pinch the soft feathers of his wings between your fingers. “But that’s what these are for. To make you fearless.”

He breaks out into a wide grin, and it’s all teeth. “I like us better this way,” he says.

You offer a weak smile in return. “Me, too.”

With that, you both continue your walk back as Harry attempts a straight line beside you.

He won’t remember this conversation tomorrow.

And you won’t remind him.

He’ll go back to being Just Harry and you’ll go back to pretending you’re okay with that.

As the first few drops of rain begin to fall, you feel oddly content. Happy to be here mindlessly wandering the streets of Tokyo in the middle of a rainstorm at 6:45 a.m.

Just you and the boy with angel wings.

You push the spring on your umbrella until it pops open before quickly stepping up to Harry to shield him from the incoming rain.

He hums his gratitude, pressing his shoulder to yours to keep warm.

And you stay like this the whole way home.

Sorry it's short and probably shit but it was such a cute video, I couldn't resist 😭😭

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CHAPTER TWO

warnings: smut (oral (f-recieving), p in v, idk all the specifics lmao sorry those are like the two biggies), raging british accent

author's note: hey hey! so this is the second chapter of which direction, and ngl it was a toughie to write lol. I've really only dabbled in writing smut before, so I'll just apologize in advance lol. I wrote this chapter and tried to make all the descriptions as like wattpad-2015-help-my-mom-sold-me-to-one-direction as I could, so I hope that mission at least was achieved 🫡

hope it fulfills your cheesiest fantasies!!

🫶, C

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“Are you alright, love?” He spoke, as he helped me find my footing. I couldn’t even respond, I was too distracted by the fact that he had a raging British accent.

“Love, can you hear me?” He spoke again – this time louder, this time more British.

“Yes!” I rushedly exclaimed, “Yes, I can hear you perfectly fine- sorry! I was just..um I was…I was distracted.”

“Distracted?” He asked as a coy smirk began to show with the upturn of half his grin.

I felt the burn of my cheeks as I could only imagine the blood rushing into my face, turning me a bright tomato red I’m sure. It was embarrassing to say the least.

Here I was, swooning in the arms of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, with his arms still around me, his hands still providing stability to my delicate figure. His arms relaxed around my waist as his fingers gave a whispered touch to the small of my back, the break in my outfit, my naked, exposed skin against the softness of his fingertips. This man clearly knew how to moisturize.

“Might I ask what’s distracting you?” He says, speaking just loud enough over the club’s music. I could still barely hear him over the pounding of my heart, beating louder than the club’s electrifying emphasis on the music’s bass that was practically shaking the whole building.

His hands retreated from my skin, returning to either side of his body, with one taking place in the pocket of his clearly expensive suit jacket. I craved for the soft tingles of his touch to return as soon as possible.

Well…um…you, actually.” I admitted. It was one of those drunken thoughts that just slips out, my lack of sobriety equivalent to a flowing river lacking a dam, ready to flood the town at a minute’s notice. I could spend the whole night telling Harry how damn gorgeous he is.

As if my wishes had been willed to life, Harry’s free hand fell to my hip, the other mirroring the movement immediately, moving slowly, moving sensually from my hip to my waist to the cheeky plush of my ass and back again.

“Yeah?” He muttered with the smirk on his perfectly pink lips softening to match a gaze of pure lust.

“Yeah…” I repeated, almost shaky with my tone. My legs felt weak and my knees were practically trembling. I could feel the heat that had begun to burn in my core, the wetness that began to build in my most pleasurable crevice. His hands settled at my waist, suddenly pulling me closer to him, like an open invitation for what the night could bring.

“Well there’s an easy solution to that, love.”

***

The Uber was full of tantalizing touches and promiscuous threats of just what would go down when we arrived at Harry’s rental house.

“I’m in town on business with four co-workers.” He explained. “They won’t mind, right?” I asked back – as if I would’ve cared anyways. Frankly, I would’ve let this man take me right there in the bar with everyone watching. I’m sure he would’ve done it too.

“Don’t worry darling, Niall and Liam are probably passed out already and Louis is likely too busy getting high to even notice.”

“I thought you said you had four roommates that you’re here with?” I asked with a slight tilt in my tone.

“I do – Zayn is in and out. He’s in Japan at the moment. We tend to be in one place for six to seven months for our work.”

“Ahh. Got it.” I said, finding comfort in his assurance. Not that I needed it. My confidence was higher than ever and I was ready to get back out there with a bang.

***

The front door was red. Or at least I think it was. I was too busy with Harry’s tongue gaining entry into my mouth in a kiss that quite literally was taking my breath away – my legs hooked around his waist and his hands spread on my ass to carry me over the threshold and through the main room of the house before we entered a room that surely must’ve been his.

He moaned into the kiss before breaking back to set me down on the bed, his hands moving to the dainty clasp on the back of my top. Not even hesitating, he pulled at the silver fabric with one strong pull, ripping the strapless top off my torso. I hadn’t worn any kind of bra underneath so suddenly, my nipples met the brisk air of his room as my back arched towards Harry and my head fell back, the unraveled curls of my raven-colored hair falling back gracefully.

“You’re gorgeous.” Harry said aloud.

I smiled at him.

“You too.”

He smirked before pushing me back on the bed and kissing on my left breast, occasionally nipping at my supple skin or my sensitive bud. His lips traveled into the valley between my breasts as his large hand found a home stimulating my right breast, with his other hand tracing down my body towards the wetness that had accumulated, barely held back by the thong I’d chosen for the evening.

His fingers found the zipper on the side of my skirt and he effortlessly unzipped and tugged the material off of my legs. His eyes fell to meet the sheer lace of my lingerie, as a look of prideful lust fell across his face.

“All this for me, love?” He said in the most taunting of tones.

I gave him a grin worthy of the devil, letting out a sultry giggle.

“You and only you, baby.”

You would’ve thought that Harry ate women out for a living, because the man got straight into it, immediately parting my folds with the tip of his tongue. Not missing a beat, he maneuvered my thighs to rest atop his shoulders, the slick dew of sweat forming where my bare skin met the fabric of his t-shirt.

I felt the burning pleasure build up in the depths of my body, getting bigger, better, closer to the first of what I could only imagine would be the first of many orgasms throughout the night.

“Fuck love, you taste so good.” Harry said in between breaths before diving right back in. He knew I was close. He had to. I was whimpering like crazy, barely able to keep any noise in. If this man was this good with his mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like when his cock came into play.

The pleasure coursing through my body had met it’s max, and I felt the entrance to my slit contracting in sensationally stimulating pulses as the climax of my orgasm seeped out of my being and right into the warmth of Harry’s mouth.

This man was a god and eating pussy was his most dangerous weapon.

Harry looked up to meet my gaze, grinning like he was the devil himself.

“Not bad, huh?” He said in a sneeringly confident whisper, rising to stand tall before me. I shifted to sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows as the man before brought his hands to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. As the fabric uncovered his body, every inch of Harry’s deliciously glistening torso was revealed to my eyes. It was like being bathed in the presence of a Greek god.

“Tad hot in here, isn’t it, Love?” He said, smirking.

I sat up, moving my hands to the brass buckle

of his leather belt, in the most sultry of motions undoing it.

“Let me make you feel good.” I told him, practically begging.

I’d begun to unzip his jeans as his fingers met my chin, bringing my gaze up so I was forced to look him in the eye once more.

“Darling, I’d love nothing more than to give you a taste of me, but right now, all I want is to get inside of you, to really feel you.”

This was insane. This was unbelievable.

As he reached for a condom from the folds of his wallet, all I could think about was the fact that I was right here, right now, in the hands of who could only be the sexiest man alive.

He’s British. He has washboard abs. He-

Harry’s pants fell to swarm around his ankles, revealing the godly sized bulge covered by the cloth of his tight boxers.

Of fucking course, he’s got a big dick.

My ex was four and a half inches. My high school boyfriend was six. Harry was bigger than I’d ever seen, bigger than I’d ever had.

His gorgeously tanned hands pushed the boxers down, revealing the immaculate, ultimate prophet of his masculinity, inch by inch. This man was easily eight inches long, with a girth that I knew would just destroy me. I suddenly lost all intention of walking out of this room in the morning.

He’d barely yet entered me before I could already feel the burn, like a wildfire blazing through a forest. Harry’s hands reached out to tuck the loose strands of my soft hair behind the nooks of my ears, then fell to brush my supple breasts – squeezing ever so gently at the mammary tissue, as I let out a soft, yearning moan. One hand held my waist as the other gently pushed me down to lay back on the bed.

Harry’s lips met mine once more as he gracefully moved my body further back on the bed, my thighs perfectly encompassing his hips as we both felt the elephant in the room between us. His hand reached down to grasp his penis, rubbing the red, red tip at my entrance, applying just the slightest of pressure.

“Please Harry….I need you in me.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

And that was when euphoria hit. Every inch of him entered me, pushing deeper, further, stretching me out more than I’d ever been before. This is what heaven felt like, it just had to be. I felt his hips rock back, him almost entirely exiting me, before a hard thrust once again rendered the pleasure that would fill me with each and every thrust he gave.

This couldn’t be real. This pleasure was far too good to even exist in the cruel world surrounding us. How could wars be so brutal, people be so evil, when pleasure could be so delicate, so enticing yet so immaculately, irreplaceably perfect?

Harry’s thrusts stayed constant, strong, and determined as his soul diving into mine lifted me higher, closer to my next climax of the night.

“Fuck me Harry.”

“Already doing that, love.” He said between ragged grunts. “Never fucked as pussy this devine, darling. You’re so tight for me”

“You’re just so big- fuck. Never had anyone as big as you.”

Harry grinned at that and I could practically feel the energy in his thrusts gain on me, hitting deeper, ramming my g-spot with everything he had. I let out a moan that his neighbors simply had to have heard.

“Fuck, angel baby. Louder for me.”

Of course this fucker would be hot for vocal girls.

“Darling, I’m so close right now. I want to come with you, are you there?”

He couldn’t have asked at any better time, as I was on the brink of glory.

“I’m right there baby, right there with you.”

It was that moment where my core exploded with more passion than I’d ever felt before. I could feel the thick milk of his seed fill me with warmth. His thrusts got slow, sloppy as his face was almost painful with pleasure.

He pulled out of me to plop down beside me on the bed.

“That was incredible. Are you hungry?”

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